The only one who loves him, after marriage, he is powerful and Mr. Mo flirts with him every night

After Mo Yinchuan heard this, the air around him seemed to freeze, and in an instant he was enveloped by an extremely cold air current. The cold wind whistled everywhere, making people shiver. However, what was strange was that this strong and cold air pressure seemed to have its own consciousness and judgment. It was like a spirit that could distinguish between good and evil, beauty and ugliness, and it only showed leniency to Jiang Tiantian, without any intention of violating her.

Mo Yinchuan said solemnly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Although Mo Yinchuan's voice was low, the majesty contained in it was unquestionable. At the same time, his eyes, as deep as a pool of water, stared at Jiang Tiantian tightly, revealing endless tenderness and doting, as if she was the only one in the world who could make him treat her so wholeheartedly.

Mo Yinchuan is not a superstitious person, but he can't stand any bad suggestions from Jiang Tiantian.

Recently, everyone in the Mo family is in a special state of alert. The masters and servants of the four generations of the Mo family, old, middle-aged, young and young, all live in a state of happiness, expectation and rigor.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the afterglow was like a golden veil falling on the earth. It was the softest and warmest time of the day. In the huge garden sun room, Mo Yinchuan quietly accompanied Jiang Tiantian. They were in this quiet and beautiful environment, as if completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The sunlight poured down through the transparent glass ceiling like water, gently caressing their skin, bringing a sense of comfort and ease. Jiang Tiantian narrowed her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, enjoying the baptism of the sun. She held a classic in her hand, and the pages were gently turned by the breeze, making a slight rustling sound.

Mo Yinchuan beside him was also immersed in the world of reading. His slender fingers gently turned the pages of the book, his eyes focused and deep. The sunlight shone on his handsome face, outlining a charming outline, making him look even more gentle and jade-like.

The whole sun room was filled with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of the breeze through the flowers. Mo Yinchuan and Jiang Tiantian sat quietly, savoring the wisdom and emotions in the book, letting their souls swim in the ocean of words.

Jiang Tiantian didn't know what she saw, but she just associated it with her current state and teased him unconsciously. Mo Yinchuan also responded to Jiang Tiantian very naturally and in time to stop her from acting recklessly and giving him bad suggestions.

"Oh, Dad, you have to promise me that you won't be so nervous all the time. Look, my morning sickness hasn't even started yet, but you're already so nervous that I'm getting nervous myself—" Jiang Tiantian said coquettishly while gently twisting her lazy, light and slender body. Then, like a docile kitten, she nestled into Mo Yinchuan's warm and generous embrace, moving left and right, trying to find a more comfortable and cozy position.

Jiang Tiantian slightly raised her head, her big watery eyes looking at Mo Yinchuan lovingly, and her cherry lips opened slightly: "Okay~" The voice was soft and gentle, as if it could melt people's hearts.

Hearing Jiang Tiantian's words, Mo Yinchuan couldn't help but nodded, but his tone was still a little worried: "Okay, I will try my best to adjust my mentality slowly. But, Mrs. Mo, you must promise me, if you feel any discomfort or have any reactions different from usual, you must tell me the first time, understand?" After that, he reached out and gently stroked Jiang Tiantian's hair, his eyes full of concern.

At this moment, Mo Yinchuan knew very well that although he wanted to experience the changes and discomforts brought by pregnancy with Jiang Tiantian, due to the physiological differences, he could not really empathize with her. So now, apart from being anxious and nervous, there seemed to be no better way to help her. Such a feeling of powerlessness made Mo Yinchuan feel very uncomfortable, and even extremely disgusted. However, even so, he was still willing to do his best to care for and protect the woman he loved deeply.

"Yeah, okay." Jiang Tiantian nodded.

The sun shines through the mottled leaves and falls into the courtyard, forming patches of golden light. Mo Yinchuan sits leisurely on a rattan chair, with a faint smile on his lips. That smile is like the warmest spring breeze, gentle and warm.

Mo Yinchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell gently on Jiang Tiantian beside him. At this moment, Jiang Tiantian was curled up on him like a well-behaved cat. She had just woken up from a nap, and her eyes were sleepy, but her eyes were shining because of the adequate rest, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Jiang Tiantian moved her body slightly, resting her head more comfortably on Mo Yinchuan's shoulder, and then she sighed with satisfaction. Her soft hair fell on one side like a waterfall, and occasionally a few strands were blown up by the breeze, brushing against Mo Yinchuan's cheek, bringing an itchy feeling.

Mo Yinchuan felt Jiang Tiantian's gentleness and dependence, and his heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction. In such a quiet and beautiful afternoon, it seemed as if time had stopped, and there were only the two of them in the world.

"Young... Young Master..." At this time, a young maid walked slowly towards him with small steps. Her petite body was trembling slightly, and she seemed to be filled with fear and anxiety. When she was a few steps away from Mo Yinchuan, she suddenly stopped, with a look on her face as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

Mo Yinchuan remained seated, his deep eyes gently raised, looking at the timid maid in front of him. He frowned slightly, opened his thin lips, and asked softly, "Why can't you speak frankly?" His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but it seemed to contain an invisible pressure, making it difficult to understand his true emotions at the moment.

"Mr. Fang and the old man of the Fang family are here to visit, and they've made the old man mad. Do you want to go and take a look?" The young maid explained her purpose in a halting manner.

"Oh? Got it. I'll be there later." Mo Yinchuan raised his sword-like sharp eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile. From his calm tone, there was no trace of doubt or surprise, as if all this was within his expectations, and what was happening at this moment was just proceeding in an orderly manner according to the script he had set in advance.